When Death Comes

When death comes, it stops all time,

And brings an end to life's climb.

It halts our breath, and takes us away,

To a place where we cannot stay.

It may come slow, or strike like lightning,

But always leaves us without fighting.

It takes the young, and old alike,

Leaving loved ones in sorrowful strife.

Some see it as a friend they greet,

Others, a foe they try to beat.

But no matter how one views its face,

Death comes for us, with final grace.

So while we're here, let's live our best,

Cherish each moment, and be blessed.

For when death comes, we won't regret,

The life we lived, and the love we met.

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